Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.